16 February 2013
The Badlands are measured by Standing on a roundabout Closing your eyes, breathing deeply Counting backwards in time
Every misery brought to life Each injustice seen with light Deaths and injury come into sight All the wrongs you never made right
Standing here, on the Oxford A40 Cars racing towards me, doing 70 I wander now, at the age of 30 In the Badlands, thirsty
For memories For explanations For reasons For recriminations For closure of
The Badlands, rain falling hard Washing away fear, hate, lost love Cleansed by the sky of Heaven above 1 hour of my Time is just not enough
To imagine away this land, manifest Love hand in hand with The festival of a man celebrating His life on a roundabout if he can Just rid himself of the imagery of
The Badlands.
The Badlands • Opuss № I